Nur ein paar Soundscapes aus einem nebeligen vielleicht etwas gruseligen Wald bei Nacht.
The Woods of Despair, they called it. The name itself gave me chills, but I decided to go anyway. “It’s just a superstition,” I was telling myself. It was a direct way to my destination and I didn’t want to lose any more time.
I regretted my decision the next morning when I was entering the forest. There was something unsettling about it.